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Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the Heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate.


King. See, see our honour'd hostess!
The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid Heaven yield us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Lady. All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.

King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Lady. Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

King. Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Ereunt.


MACBETH's Castle at Inverness.


Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well:

It were done quickly, if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
With his success, surcease.—"That but this blow
Might be the be-all, and the end-all, here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time !—
We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases,
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips-He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself—Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off:-
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on the other—How now! what news?


Lady. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber 2 Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?

Lady. Know you not, he has Macb. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn, now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself! hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely From this time, Such I account thy love.-Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem,Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. 'Pr’ythee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares do more, is none. Lady. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more than man. Nortime, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender ’tis, to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I but so sworn As you have done to this. Macb. If we should fail—? Lady. We fail:— But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, 1

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains
Will I with wine and wassel so convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
The unguarded Duncan f what not put upon
His spungy officers; who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
Macb. Bring forth men children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers,
That they have done’t
Lady. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Upon his death
Macb. I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.—
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.


MACBETH's Castle at Inverness.

The Gallery.
Enter BANQuo and FLEANCE, with a Torch.

Ban. How goes the night, boy?
Fle. ...” is down; I have not heard the

Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Fle. I take’t, 'tis later, sir.

Ban. There's husbandry in Heaven,
Their candles are all out.—
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: Merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature
Gives way to in repose!

Enter SEYToN, with a Torch, and MACBETH.

Who's there?

Macb. A friend.

Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's a


He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your offices:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.

Macb. Being unprepar’d,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.

Ban. All's well.—
I dream'd last night of the three weird sisters:
To you they have show'd some truth.

Macb. I think not of them :
Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
We would spend it in some words upon that business,
If you would grant the time.

Ban. At your kind'st leisure.

Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you.

Ban. So I lose none,
In seeking to augment it, but still keep
My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
I shall be counsel’d.


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